He and Nalan Xizi assassinated his father. The assassin who escaped later was inferred from his body shape to be an adult man.
Obviously it wasn't Murong Wushuang, so what was he doing when he went to bed so late?!
Feng Manxiu slowly turned around and sighed softly towards the moonlight.
If possible, he really didn't want to be enemies with Murong Wushuang!
Is it possible to be friends?!
he can't be sure
inside the door
Listening to Feng Manxiu's footsteps getting further away, Murong Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief silently.
From his tone and eyes, she could feel his suspicion and confusion.
At the same time, she also felt his entanglement
enemy?!
She never wanted to be anyone's enemy
She just wants to live a plain and simple life
Slowly walking back to the bed, Murong Wushuang secretly decided
From tomorrow onwards, we must be more restrained and never attract Feng Manxiu’s attention again.
This guy's mind is much smarter than she imagined!
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Inside Panlong Hall
The ministers and princes are urging Feng Zhonghe to
According to tradition, the second day of the hunt should be a bow and horse competition hosted by the emperor himself.
It aims to give young people a chance. The outstanding ones every year will be reused and appreciated by the emperor.
Because of yesterday's assassination incident, the ministers and princes unanimously advised Feng Zhonghe to act cautiously and not to host the event in person in the paddock.
"Yes, father!"
Feng Man took a step forward and showed his loyalty without losing any opportunity.
"There are no clues about the assassin who escaped yesterday, so you should not come to preside over it in person, just in case..."
"There are just two assassins, what should I fear?"
Feng Zhonghe interrupted him in a deep voice and stood up straight from the dragon chair.
"Take that woman to the grassland together. Based on my guess, the escaped assassin will definitely appear!"
Seeing that he has made up his mind, no one dares to persuade him anymore
After agreeing, all the ministers respectfully withdrew.
"Xiu'er, you stay!"
The crane in the wind raised its voice and called out to Feng Manxiu. He stood up and walked down the steps to Feng Manxiu.
"Did Murong Wushuang do anything strange last night?!"
"he?!"
Feng Manxiu shrugged his shoulders, with a hint of mockery in his tone.
"When I went back, he was sleeping soundly in the house!"